Sometimes it feels like I’m in a ring, and it knocks me down.

Its kicking and yelling, “Can’t get up, can you?”

Other times it feels like I’m drowning, and it suffocates me.

Its pointing and laughing, “Done, yet?”

I hear the voices all day, and I feel the punches all night.

It has these chains that lock around me and entrap me like some kind of damsel in distress.

My eyes bulge out of their sockets,

my veins bulge out of my neck as I attempt escaping.

It just keeps yelling and laughing, “Do you give up, yet? There’s no point.”

It just keeps kicking and pointing. One point towards here, another kick towards there.

It’s endless.

I cannot escape the ring, the water, the chains.

But once I get enough,

enough of the kicking, the pointing, the yelling, the laughing,

I get up. I am not done.

I am no damsel in distress.

I have not and will not give up.

Its not endless.

I will not be helpless, and I won’t allow the feeling to become of me.

I will not let helplessness consume me,

lock me up, drown me, beat me.

Resilience grabs hold of me and assists me in destroying every trace of helplessness.

I whisper, “Thank you,”

as I move forward.